Plumes of smoke fill the club.
It is 2:30am and I am singing Bon Jovi at the top of my lungs. It is the night before results and everybody is out, raising their glasses and pushing their hair off their sweaty faces regardless of passes and fails.
There is a certain unity about all this. We asked legal questions at 2 in the morning, walked home bare feet from clubs, rolled our eyes in morning lectures. They carried me through some emotional trauma, towards a funny kind of independence, towards seeing what else is out there.
Giggling in the taxi on the way home, I knew a fail would be nonsensical, for this course united us in everything other sense.
I went to bed at six a.m last night, and, shaking, walked in the rain to get my results at nine.
I looked through the rain at my friends’ faces, those who passed and those who failed, raised my coffee to them all.
And for the record, I passed.
Hurrah for you!! Congratulations! I’m almost afraid to ask if this means the end of the blog is nigh…please do keep in touch if so.
Woohoo! it all works out fine in the end eh?
I managed to scrape a first for my degree (still in complete state of shock!) and as a reward I am off tomorrow to spend a week in the lake district in a tent! If no-one hears from me in a week, presume I have floated off downstream somewhere…
Well done, Brian seems to have had a pretty awesome week!
Congrats. I knew it.
well done dude!!!
Excellent. Good. Well done.
This time is probably the hardest part. It can only get easier after qualifying (for what it’s worth). But you’ll miss the cameraderie.